MR. USSERY:  GOOD MORNING. I'LL TRY TO NOT TAKE TOO LONG. I WAS A MEMBER OF THE 455TH BOMB GROUP, AND I BROUGHT A COPY OF THE HISTORY OF THAT BOMB GROUP. IT WAS IN THE 15TH AIR FORCE, THE 304TH WING, IT WAS IN ITALY. IT WAS UNIQUE IN QUITE A FEW DIFFERENT WAYS AND I'LL GIVE YOU A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF IT. OUR OFFICERS OF THE SQUADRON AND THE GROUPS, THE PRINCIPAL OFFICERS, WERE PEOPLE THAT HAD COMPLETED THEIR BOMBING MISSIONS, THEIR TOUR OF DUTY IN THE 8TH AIR FORCE, B-24S. SOME OF THEM HAD COMPLETED MORE THAN A TOUR OF DUTY. AND SOME OF THEM WERE OFFICERS THAT FLEW IN THE NORTH AFRICAN CAMPAIGN IN B-24S IN LATE '42 AND THROUGH '43. AND WE HAD EXTRA OFFICERS. THEY WERE, TO A MAN, EITHER LIEUTENANT COLONELS, OR BIRD COLONELS, AND THEY WOULD ALTERNATE AS LEADERS OF THE FLIGHTS, OR IN THE CAPACITY OF PILOTS, CO-PILOTS, BOMBARDIERS AND NAVIGATORS. SO WE HAD EXPERIENCED LEADERSHIP. OUR GROUP COMMANDER, WHEN IT STARTED OUT, WAS A COLONEL COOL. AND AFTER THE FIRST MONTH, HE WAS PROMOTED TO A BRIGADIER GENERAL. WE WERE ONE OF THE FEW GROUPS THAT HAD A GENERAL AS A COMMANDING OFFICER. AND THE NAVIGATOR, THE LEAD NAVIGATOR OF OUR GROUP, WAS CALLED BACK TO WASHINGTON JUST BEFORE THE END OF THE WAR AND WAS PRESENTED THE LEGION OF MERIT AWARD FOR THE MOST ACCURATE BOMBARDIER IN THE EUROPEAN THEATER OF OPERATIONS WHICH INCLUDED THE 15TH AND THE 8TH. OUR GROUP WON OVER SIXTY PERCENT OF THE AWARDS WHICH WERE MADE MONTHLY FOR BOMBING ACCURACY IN THE ENTIRE 15TH AIR FORCE. AND IT WASN'T ONLY TO THIS ONE MAN, IT WAS TO OUR SUPERB PILOTS AND THE NAVIGATION; BUT IT'S SOMETHING THAT EVERYBODY THAT WAS A MEMBER OF THE 455TH WAS CERTAINLY PROUD OF. OUR BOMBING PERCENTAGE WITHIN A THOUSAND YARDS OF THE CENTER OF THE TARGET WAS SOMETHING LIKE 78 PERCENT THROUGH THE ENTIRE LIFE OF THE 15TH AIR FORCE. NOW, OUR LOGO WAS GIVEN TO US, THE NAME PINNED ON US BY THE OTHER GROUPS AROUND US, WE WERE CALLED THE VULGAR VULTURES. NOW, WHY, I DON'T KNOW; BUT IT SHOWS A BUZZARD RIDING A BOMB. AND THAT'S WHAT THEY CALLED US, THE VULGAR VULTURES. WE HAVE REUNIONS EVERY TWO YEARS AND HAVE EVER SINCE THE WAR. AND SOME OF THOSE COLONELS THAT COME FROM THE 8TH AIR FORCE IN THE NORTH AFRICAN CAMPAIGN PUT THIS HISTORY TOGETHER. IT CONTAINS THE DATE, THE DESTINATION OF THE MISSION, AND A BRIEF SUMMARY OF EVERY MISSION THAT WE FLEW. AND COURSE SOME OF US DIDN'T MAKE ALL THOSE MISSIONS, LIKE MYSELF; THEY GOT TAKEN OUT OF IT. BUT TO START WITH THE HORROR STORY PART OF IT, MAY 24TH, 1944, OUR TARGET WAS WIENER NEUSTADT. AND WEINER NEUSTADT WAS, I WOULD SAY, COMPARABLE TO PLOESTI FOR FLAK AND BEING KNOWN AS A ROUGH TARGET, IT WAS A BOOGER. WE WERE FLYING, MY CREW, ANOTHER CREW'S AIRPLANE; WE DIDN'T HAVE OUR OWN THAT DAY. AND WE HAD A BUCKSHEE CO-PILOT WHICH GAVE US BAD LUCK. ANYTIME THAT YOU HAD A BUCKSHEE OR AN EXTRA CREWMAN FROM SOMEBODY ELSE'S CREW MIXED IN WITH YOUR CREW, IT WAS AN OMEN, AT LEAST TO US, OF BAD LUCK, WE JUST FELT THAT. BUT WE HAD A CO-PILOT ASSIGNED AS 1ST PILOT, HE WAS A 1ST LIEUTENANT CO-PILOT, HIS NAME WAS JONES AND HE WAS ASSIGNED AS OUR 1ST PILOT THAT DAY. AND ORDERED THAT HE HAD TO FLY SOME MISSIONS AS 1ST PILOT IN ORDER TO BE PROMOTED TO CAPTAIN BEFORE HE ROTATED BACK TO THE STATES, AND HE HAD IN 47 MISSIONS. THIS PARTICULAR MISSION WOULD HAVE BEEN COUNTED AS TWO. A LONG MISSION GAVE US CREDIT FOR TWO SORTIES OR TWO MISSIONS. SO IF HE'D HAVE COMPLETED THIS ONE, HE'D HAD 49, AND WE RECORD 50 TO COME HOME. BUT ON THE WAY TO THE TARGET, THE PLANE KEPT VEERING TO THE 2 RIGHT SUDDENLY FROM TIME TO TIME. AND FINALLY, HE PULLED TO THE RIGHT, OUT OF THE FORMATION, DROPPED BACK AND FELL BEHIND THE MAIN GROUP. AND THE PROBLEM WAS THAT THE RIGHT LANDING GEAR ON THAT B-24 THAT WE WERE FLYING THAT DAY, THE NAME OF IT WAS BUCKET OF BOLTS, THE RIGHT LANDING GEAR WOULD JUST INADVERTENTLY FALL DOWN FROM TIME TO TIME OUT OF POSITION INTO A DOWN POSITION AND THAT WOULD JERK THE PLANE. AND WE HAD TO GET IT OUT OF THE FORMATION AND GET IT BEHIND TO KEEP FROM JERKING INTO ANOTHER PLANE. WELL, THAT PUT US IN A POSITION OVER THE TARGET WHERE THEY DUMPED OUT THE CHAFF OR THE LITTLE TIN FOIL, THAT PUT US IN A POSITION OF BEING LOW IN AND TO THE REAR. AND THE GUYS UP FRONT WOULD DUMP THE CHAFF OUT AND IT WAS FLOATING ALL AROUND US, AND IT ATTRACTED THE RADAR FIRE, AND WE GOT IT. I WANT TO SAY COUPLE OF WORDS ABOUT MY POSITION. I WAS ENGINEER, TOP TURRET GUNNER. I SAT IN THE TOP TURRET AND I HAD A PLEXIGLAS DOME AROUND MY SHOULDERS AND MY HEAD, HAD TWO 50 CALIBER MACHINE GUNS, AND I SAT UP IN THAT DOME. AND FROM THAT POSITION, YOU CAN LOOK FORWARD EITHER SIDE, UP OR DOWN AND LOOK BACK. AND IT WAS A SIGHT TO SEE WHEN YOU WERE LIKE IN THE CENTER OF THE BOMBER'S TREE ON A MAJOR EFFORT TARGET. AS FAR AS THE EYE COULD SEE, YOU COULDN'T SEE NOTHING BUT BOMBERS, FORWARD AND BACK. AND IT WAS A GOOD POSITION TO ME BECAUSE THE TAIL GUNNER, ALL HE COULD DO IS LOOK BACK, HE DIDN'T KNOW WHETHER PEOPLE WERE STILL AHEAD OF HIM OR NOT. AND THE NOSE GUNNER, ALL HE COULD DO IS LOOK AHEAD, HE COULDN'T SEE BACK. BUT IN MY POSITION, I HAD A VIEW OF ALL OF IT, I COULD SEE THE WHOLE WORKS. BUT ANYWAY, ON MAY THE 24TH, COMING INTO THE TARGET, WE WERE FLYING HIGH FOR A 24, AT ABOUT TWENTY-SIX THOUSAND FEET. AND WE GOT HIT IN THE NOSE AND WE GOT HIT BETWEEN THE FLIGHT DECK AND THE RIGHT IN-BOARD ENGINE, RIGHT NEAR THE RADIO OPERATOR'S TABLE, WHO WAS, THE POSITION THAT DAY WAS OCCUPIED BY THE NAVIGATOR. AND THAT SHELL BURSTED MY TURRET, THE PLEXIGLAS, IT JUST WENT INTO A MILLION PIECES. AND I HAD ON AN OLD STEEL INFANTRY HELMET THAT WE WORE OVER THE TARGET AREAS. AND THAT DOGGONE THING, I DIDN'T HAVE A LINER, AND OVER THE TARGET AREA, THAT OLD HELMET WOULD COME PLUMB DOWN TO YOUR NOSE, AND HAD TO KEEP PUSHING IT UP TO SEE. BUT YOU DIDN'T REALLY LIKE TO LOOK AT ALL THAT STUFF BURSTING AROUND YOU. AND I MEAN TO TELL YOU, IT BUSTED AROUND YOU. AND WHEN THAT PLEXIGLAS BUSTED, THAT OLD HELMET WENT BOUNCING DOWN THE TOP OF THAT AIRPLANE. IT CAME OFF MY HEAD AND BOUNCED DOWN THE TOP OF THE AIRPLANE AND OFF THE REAR END. WELL, THEN THERE WAS A FIRE STARTED ON THE FLIGHT DECK. THE SHELL BURSTED THE HYDRAULIC LINES AND THE OXYGEN LINES, AND WE HAD A HECK OF A FIRE GOING IN THAT FLIGHT DECK. WELL, I GOT OUT OF MY POSITION. THE PILOT WENT TO HOLLERING OVER THE INTERCOM "BAIL OUT, BAIL OUT, BAIL OUT", AND HE PUSHED THE BELL THAT WARNED THE BAIL OUT. AND I GOT DOWN OUT OF MY POSITION AND THERE WAS A DOOR AT THE BACK OF THE FLIGHT DECK. THE DOOR WAS THREE QUARTER INCH BIRCH PLYWOOD, IT COME DOWN ON TOP OF A DOOR THAT FIT IN THE BOTTOM OF THE FLIGHT DECK. AND THIS TOP DOOR HAD TO BE RAISED TO RAISE THE LOWER DOOR. YOU HAD TO PUSH IT UP TO RAISE THE LOWER DOOR. AND SOME OF THEM WAS RED, AND SOME OF THEM GREEN AND YELLOW, DIFFERENT COLORS FOR DIFFERENT EMERGENCY THINGS. AND THAT MADE SOME FIREWORKS SURE ENOUGH. BUT THE FACT THAT MY TURRET BURSTED, THE FLAME AND THE SMOKE WAS SUCKING OUT THE TOP OF THAT HOLE, IT WAS GOING RIGHT ON OUT. BUT ANYWAY, I KINDLY BACKED OFF, AWAY FROM THAT DOOR THAT WAS STUCK, AND SOMETHING TOLD ME TO LAY ON MY BACK AND KICK IT AND I DID. AND I WAS 3 ABLE TO BURST THAT PLYWOOD AND GET THAT DOOR UP AND RAISE THE OTHER DOOR. WELL, MY PANT LEGS, BY THAT TIME, OF MY FLYING SUIT, WAS ON FIRE. AND THE PILOT WENT BY ME OUT ONTO THE CATWALK INTO THE BOMB BAY. AND WHEN I SAW HIM COUPLE YEARS AGO IN COLORADO SPRINGS, HE TOLD ME THAT HE WAS SURE GLAD TO SEE ME WHEN WE GOT ON THE GROUND BECAUSE THE LAST TIME HE SAW ME, HE SAID, "YOUR BRITCHES WAS ON FIRE." BUT HE WENT HOME. BUT ANYWAY, I KNEW I HAD TO PUT THEM BRITCHES OUT BEFORE I JUMPED OUT OF THAT THING. AND I DID, I GOT THEM OUT AND I BAILED OUT. AND WE WERE PRETTY HIGH, SOME OF THE BOYS DIDN'T MAKE IT. I OPENED MY CHUTE IMMEDIATELY, WHICH WAS A MISTAKE. AND AS I WAS FLOATING DOWN, WELL, THERE WAS ONE OTHER THING. BEFORE I LEFT THE CATWALK, I HAD A CAP WITH A LONG BILL ON IT AND I HAD MY NAME STENCILED ON IT. AND I WENT BACK IN THAT FLIGHT DECK AND GOT THAT THING. NOW, WHY, I DON'T KNOW; BUT I FELT LIKE I HAD TO HAVE THAT CAP. BUT WHEN I PULLED MY PARACHUTE, THE RIPCORD, AND I DONE THAT PRETTY QUICK, IT WAS A TREMENDOUS JERK. MY FEET WENT UP AND ACTUALLY HIT ME IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD. AND MY FLYING BOOTS, I HAD THEM ON OVER MY GI SHOES, AND MY FLYING BOOTS BOTH COME OFF. THEY WAS ZIPPED UP ALMOST TO MY KNEES, BUT THEY COME OFF, THEY WENT A WAY OUT YONDER. AND AT THAT SAME TIME, I LOST MY CAP. AND THIS OLD CAP FILLED WITH AIR AND IT WAS SPINNING AROUND AND AROUND AND AROUND, RIGHT UP THERE WITH ME. AND I KEPT TRYING TO GET IT AND THE AIR COME OUT OF IT AND IT JUST COLLAPSED AND THE OLD CAP WENT OFF, I LOST IT. BUT WASN'T BUT JUST TWO OR THREE MINUTES THAT I SAW A GROUP OF B-24S THAT WAS FLYING LOWER THAN WE WERE, COMING BY. AND ONE OF THE PLANES DROPPED OUT OF POSITION A LITTLE BIT AND COME OVER TOWARD WHERE I WAS. AND IT APPEARED THAT THE CO-PILOT, IT APPEARED TO ME THAT HE HAD A CAMERA, THEY COME PRETTY CLOSE. BUT ANYWAY, THE CREW OF THAT PLANE WAVED AT ME, AND THEY GIVE ME THAT, BUT I WENT ON TO THE GROUND. THE PARACHUTE RIDE WAS EXTREMELY QUIET, YOU COULDN'T HEAR NOTHING, IT WAS JUST DEATHLY QUIET. GOT DOWN PRETTY CLOSE TO THE GROUND AND YOU COULD HEAR, IT SOUNDED LIKE COMPRESSED AIR, JUST A LITTLE PSHT, YOU KNOW, LIKE THAT, AND THEN A LITTLE POP. AND THE POP WAS ABOVE ME, AND EVERYTIME I COULD HEAR THAT, I LOOKED UP AND THERE WOULD BE A LITTLE BLACK SPOT IN MY PARACHUTE. WELL, I KNEW THEN THAT I WAS GETTING SHOT AT. SO I STARTED JERKING ON THOSE LINES AND I GOT THAT THING SWINGING PRETTY GOOD AND I MADE IT ON TO THE GROUND AND COME DOWN IN AN AREA WHERE THEY WERE DOING TRUCK PATCH WORK. AND THERE WAS AN OLD LADY JUST RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME AS I COME DOWN. AND SHE LOOKED UP AND SAW ME, AND SHE CRAWLED THE LENGTH OF THIS ROOM, CRAWLING ON HER HANDS AND KNEES BEFORE SHE COULD EVER SLOW DOWN ENOUGH TO RUN, SHE TOOK OFF. I HIT THE GROUND AND ROLLED OVER A FEW TIMES AND GOT MY PARACHUTE COLLAPSED. AND THERE WAS PEOPLE WORKING THEIR GARDENS AND STUFF AROUND THERE AND THEY CAME RUNNING UP THERE. A MAN WANTED TO KNOW IF ENGLISH OR AMERICANA, ENGLISH OR AMERICANA, AND I TOLD HIM I WAS AMERICAN. HE SHOOK HANDS. AND PRETTY QUICK, THERE WAS AN OLD MAN, AND I TOOK IT TO BE HIS SON, ABOUT TWELVE YEARS OLD, COME RUNNING UP THERE. AND HE HAD A SPADING FORK AND HE HAD THAT OLD SPADING FORK DRAWED BACK AND HE WAS JUST SCREAMING AND HOLLERING AND CARRYING ON SOMETHING TERRIBLE. AND I THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO TRY TO HIT ME WITH THAT SPADING FORK. AND I'D ALREADY TAKEN MY HARNESS OFF, MY PARACHUTE HARNESS, I HAD ON A 4 CHEST CHUTE, AND I ROLLED THAT UP. AND IT HAD GREAT BIG OLD BUCKLES ON IT, AS YOU GUYS THAT BAILED OUT KNOW THAT THOSE PARACHUTE BUCKLES ARE HEAVY. AND I ROLLED THAT THING UP AND HE COME AT ME WITH THAT FORK AND I COME DOWN OVER HIS EARS WITH THAT HARNESS OF THAT PARACHUTE AND IT BACKED HIM OFF. BUT I WASN'T GOING TO STAND THERE AND LET HIM GOUGE ME. AND THERE WAS SEVERAL OTHER PEOPLE GATHERING AROUND. AND I SAW THAT GERMAN HELMET COMING ON A BICYCLE, DOWN A LITTLE OLD TRAIL THERE, HERE HE COME. AND HE ROLLED UP THERE WITHIN ABOUT A HUNDRED FEET OF ME AND HE PARKED HIS BICYCLE, THROWED IT DOWN. HE HAD A RIFLE AND HE BROUGHT THAT THING UP AND HE WAS POINTING IT AT ME, AND HE WAS JUST SQUALLING AND HOLLERING. I COULDN'T SPEAK GERMAN, BUT THIS FELLOW THAT COULD SPEAK ENGLISH THAT WAS IN THE CROWD THERE, HE SAID, "HE WANTS YOU TO PUT YOUR HANDS UP." WELL, I COMPLIED PRETTY QUICK, AND HE WANTED TO SEARCH ME. AND THAT OLD LONG SQUIRREL GUN HE HAD WAS JUST SWINGING IN A CIRCLE RIGHT IN MY FACE AND THAT BARREL LOOKED LIKE A STOVEPIPE. AND HE WOULD REACH UP THERE AND HE WAS TRYING TO SEARCH ME, AND HE WAS HOLLERING "PISTOLA, PISTOLA." AND I KNEW THAT HE WAS LOOKING FOR A PISTOL BECAUSE MOST ALL AIRMEN WERE ISSUED A .45. NOW, WE DIDN'T WEAR OURS, OUR CREW DIDN'T. WE FIGURED IT'D JUST GET US IN TROUBLE AS DEEP INTO GERMANY AND THE OCCUPIED COUNTRIES THAT WE WENT AND WE DIDN'T WEAR OURS. BUT HE KNEW THAT WE NORMALLY HAD THOSE, AND HE'D REACH UP THERE AND TRY TO SEARCH ME AND WHAT NOT, AND HE JUMPED BACK. FINALLY HE GOT ME SEARCHED AND HE TOLD ME TO PICK UP MY PARACHUTE, AND THIS OTHER GUY THERE TOLD ME WHAT HE SAID. AND MY LEFT FOOT WAS HURTING ME REAL, REAL BAD, I'D BEEN HIT IN THE LEFT LEG, AND THROUGH THE BOTTOM OF MY FLYING BOOT AND BOOT. AND HE HEADED ME OFF DOWN THIS ROAD, FOLLOWING ME. AND ONE OF THE OTHER GUYS GOT HIS BICYCLE AND WAS PUSHING IT ALONG BEHIND US. WE WENT ABOUT A MILE, COME TO A LITTLE OLD VILLAGE, AND YOU NEVER SEEN THE LIKE OF WOMEN IN YOUR LIFE COME OUT THERE. AND EVERY ONE OF THEM HAD A KNIFE OR A PAIR OF SCISSORS, MOST OF THEM SCISSORS, AND IT KINDLY BOTHERED ME BECAUSE THEY KEPT COMING. AND WHAT THEY WANTED WAS MY PARACHUTE, AND THEY CUT THAT THING TO SHREDS. I WAS KIND OF GLAD THEY DID BECAUSE IT WAS PRETTY HEAVY DRAGGING. AND THEY GOT EVERY BIT OF IT AND KINDLY FUMBLED AROUND THERE LOOKING FOR MORE. AND AS I WENT ON THROUGH THAT VILLAGE AND A NEXT ONE, THEY TOOK ME UP ON A HILL WHERE THERE WAS A RADAR, GERMAN RADAR OPERATION. BUT IN THE MEANTIME, BEFORE I GOT TO THAT FIRST VILLAGE, SITTING UNDER SOME BUSHES, TWO GERMAN SOLDIERS GOT UP AND FOLLOWED ALONG BEHIND. AND THEY WASN'T OVER A HUNDRED AND FIFTY YARDS FROM WHERE I HIT THE GROUND, BUT THEY WERE HID UNDER THOSE BUSHES. AND I KIND OF FIGURED THAT THEY WERE THE TWO THAT WERE SHOOTING AT ME UP THERE IN THE PARACHUTE, I DON'T KNOW. BUT ANYWAY, MY FOOT WAS INJURED AND MY LEFT LEG. AND THEY TOOK ME UP TO THIS RADAR INSTALLATION. AND THEY HAD SOME HOLES DUG UP THERE ABOUT THAT BIG A SQUARE AND THEY WERE PRETTY DEEP. AND THEY PICKED ME UP BY THE ARMS AND PUT ME DOWN IN ONE OF THOSE HOLES WITH MY HANDS DOWN BESIDE ME. WELL, I WAS CRAMMED IN THERE, THERE WAS NO WAY I COULD GET OUT OF THAT THING, ABSOLUTELY NO WAY. AND THIS GERMAN THAT WAS IN CHARGE, HE BLABS OFF AT ME AND TOLD ME THE USUAL THAT I'D BE HOME IN A FEW WEEKS AND THE WAR WOULD BE OVER, THEY WERE GOING TO 5 WIN IT AND ALL THIS KIND OF STUFF. AND THEN HE HOLLERED AT SOME OF THOSE OTHER GERMANS THERE AND HE LINED FIVE OF THEM UP WITH RIFLES RIGHT THERE BY ME. AND HE GIVE THEM THE COMMAND TO ABOUT-FACE, MARCHED THEM OUT MAYBE HALF THE LENGTH OF THIS ROOM AND HALTED THEM, TURNED THEM AROUND, GIVE THEM SOME OTHER ORDERS, AND THEY COME UP WITH THEM RIFLES RIGHT AT ME. AND HE GIVE THEM ANOTHER ORDER, AND BOY, THEY WORKED THAT OLD BOLT. AND I THOUGHT, WELL, THIS IS IT. AND THEN HE SAID SOMETHING ELSE TO THEM AND THEY DROPPED THEIR RIFLES AND HE COME BACK UP THERE WHERE I WAS AT, JUST DYING LAUGHING. GOD, HE'D HAD HIM A JOKE BECAUSE HE KNEW HE'D SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH. AND IT WAS FUNNY, IT WAS KIND OF FUNNY TO ME, TOO. ANYWAY, A GROUP OF B-17S COME OVER THE SAME TARGET, WAY HIGH AND A WAY BACK UP THERE, AND THEY GOT REAL BUSY RUNNING THOSE RADAR THINGS AND WHAT HAVE YOU. AND I WAS OUT IN THAT HOLE, THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME, THEY HAD ME. AND THEY SHOT ONE OF THE B-17S DOWN. AND THAT THING EXPLODED AND THERE WAS FOUR PIECES OF IT UP THERE, WAY, WAY HIGH. AND ALL FOUR PIECES WAS JUST BURNING LIKE CRAZY UP THERE. AND I KEPT LOOKING FOR PARACHUTES AND I NEVER DID SEE ANY. AND HE CAME BACK OVER WHERE I WAS AND HE TOLD ME, AGAIN, THAT IN A FEW DAYS THAT THE AIR FORCE WOULD BE KAPUT. SHOWED ME THAT ONE, IT WAS STILL FALLING UP THERE. AND I MADE A MISTAKE, I TOLD HIM THAT WE'D HAVE A HUNDRED BACK TO REPLACE THAT ONE, AND THAT MADE HIM MAD, AND HE STARTED KICKING ME. AND THERE WASN'T NOTHING BUT MY HEAD STICKING OUT OF THAT HOLE FOR HIM TO KICK, AND I LOST THREE OR FOUR TEETH. I LEARNED TO KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT RIGHT THERE. THEY TOOK ME THEN IN THE AFTERNOON, MARCHED ME DOWN TO ANOTHER VILLAGE AND I RUN ACROSS MY PILOT AND MY NAVIGATOR, THEY HAD THEM THERE. AND LONG UP LATE AFTERNOON, THE COMMANDER THERE AT THAT LITTLE HOUSE WHERE THEY HAD THEIR HEADQUARTERS, ASKED ME IF I WAS HUNGRY, AND I TOLD HIM I WAS. AND THEY DIDN'T ASK MY PILOT OR NAVIGATOR, THEY JUST ASKED ME. I TOLD HIM, YEAH, I WAS HUNGRY, I WAS. I HADN'T HAD ANYTHING SINCE THREE O'CLOCK THAT MORNING. AND HE BELLOWED OUT THERE TO A GERMAN PRIVATE. THAT DUDE WENT OUT IN THE GARDEN THERE AND HE PULLED SOME STUFF THAT LOOKED LIKE ONIONS, THEY CALLED IT LEEKS, HAD WADS OF DIRT ON THEM ROOTS LIKE DIRT-DAUBERS'S NEST. HE BROUGHT THAT IN AND DUMPED IT IN A PAN WITH WATER IN IT AND HE PROCEEDED TO COOK ME A LITTLE SOUP, DIRT AND ALL. AND YOU KNOW, HE GIVE ME A SPOON AND I KINDLY LET THE DIRT SETTLE, AND I TOOK A FEW BITES OF IT. MY PILOT AND NAVIGATOR WAS SETTING THERE LOOKING HUNGRY. BUT LATER ON THAT EVENING, THEY BROUGHT A LITTLE CAR ABOUT LIKE A VOLKSWAGEN DOWN, TWO GERMAN SOLDIERS IN IT IN LUFTWAFFE UNIFORMS. AND THEY GOT THE THREE OF US AND LOADED US IN THE BACKSEAT OF THAT LITTLE OLD CAR, I MEAN THEY JAMMED US IN THERE TO GET IN AND DOWN THE ROAD WE WENT. AND I'D NEVER SEEN A KILOMETER SPEEDOMETER BEFORE, MEASURED IN KILOMETERS. THAT KILOMETER'S NOT AS LONG AS A MILE, NOT NEARLY. AND HERE THESE DUDES GO WITH US IN THAT BACKSEAT DOWN THAT COBBLESTONE ROAD AND THAT THING WAS REGISTERING SEVENTY AND SEVENTY-FIVE MILES AN HOUR, I THOUGHT. IT WASN'T RUNNING OVER ABOUT FORTY-FIVE, I DON'T GUESS; BUT GOD, I THOUGHT WE WERE A FLYING. AND THEY TOOK US TO AN AIR BASE UP NEAR THE TARGET THAT WE WERE BOMBING WHICH WAS WIENER NEUSTADT, AND THEY PUT US IN A ROOM AT THE END OF A LONG BARRACKS, GERMAN BARRACKS. AND THEY HAD SOME TOW SACKS THERE ON THE FLOOR, FILLED WITH STRAW. AND THEY LEFT A GUARD IN 6 THE HALL, LOCKED THE DOOR AND BARRED IT, AND THERE WAS A LITTLE WINDOW WAY UP HIGH IN ONE END, WE WERE IN THE END ROOM WITH A WINDOW THAT WENT OUTSIDE. AND WE WEREN'T IN THERE VERY LONG UNTIL IN COME A POTATO THROUGH THAT OPEN HOLE, MAYBE A LITTLE OLD BLACK PIECE OF BREAD OR TWO, AND EGGS, BOILED EGGS, PIECES OF OLD FAT SOW BELLY AND CARROTS AND TURNIPS. AND YOU HAD TO STAY OUT OF THE WAY BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHEN THAT WAS COMING THROUGH, AND THEY'D THROW IT IN THERE. AND COME TO FIND OUT, THE PILOT TOLD THEM HE HAD TO GO TO THE RESTROOM, SO THEY TOOK HIM OUTSIDE. AND IT WAS THESE RUSSIAN PRISONERS-OF-WAR THAT HAD THE RUN OF THE AIR BASE THAT WERE THROWING THAT FOOD IN TO US. AND LORD, WE COULDN'T BEGIN TO EAT ALL THEY THREW IN THERE AND WE BEGIN TO HIDE IT UNDER THOSE OLD SACKS. AND THEY TOOK US OUT OF THERE THE NEXT AFTERNOON AND WE HAD ENOUGH IN THERE TO EAT FOR A WEEK OR TWO. AND THEY TOOK US INTO VIENNA, PUT US ON A TRAIN AND WAS GOING TO SEND US, THEY SAID, TO FRANKFURT. ALL THE AIRMEN IN EUROPE WENT TO FRANKFURT FOR INTERROGATION. WELL, THE BRITISH BOMBED THE RAILROADS OUT AT ST. POLTEN, AUSTRIA, AND THEY TOOK US OFF IN ABOUT AN HOUR AND WE HADN'T TRAVELED FAR. AND IT WAS BLACK AS NIGHT AND THEY MARCHED US THROUGH THE STREET THERE TO A JAIL IN ST. POLTEN. THEY PUT ME IN A ROOM THAT WAS ABOUT MAYBE SIX FOOT WIDE OR EIGHT. WENT INTO THAT ROOM AND THEY HAD A ROCK LEDGE ABOUT AS BIG AS THIS TABLE BUILT UP, STRAW ON IT FOR YOUR BED. HAD A REAL DIM LITTLE BULB WAY UP HIGH IN THAT ROOM, CEILING WAS TALL. AND I'D LAY DOWN IN THAT STRAW AND, BOY, THAT'S WHERE THE LICE GOT ME, AND THE FLEAS, ANYTHING THAT'D BITE, AND I HAD A MISERABLE NIGHT. AND YOU COULD LAY THERE AND YOU COULD HEAR THE DARN RATS COMING, PLAYING AROUND IN THAT STRAW IN THAT PLACE. AND THEY KEPT US THERE UNTIL THE NEXT DAY AND THEN THEY TOOK US BY TRUCK OUT TO AN AIR BASE AT ST. POLTEN. WE STAYED THERE A FEW DAYS AND THEN WE WENT ON TO FRANKFURT, WENT THROUGH INTERROGATION. AND THE USUAL, THE FELLOW THAT INTERROGATED, MOST ALL, HE TOLD ME AND A LOT OF THE OTHERS THAT I'VE TALKED TO, THAT IF YOU DIDN'T TELL THEM WHERE YOU WAS OUT OF AND THIS AND THAT AND WHAT NOT AND WHAT HAVE YOU, YOU'D BE TURNED OVER TO THE GESTAPO AND SHOT, AND SO ON AND SO FORTH. AND I'D GIVE THEM MY NAME, RANK AND SERIAL NUMBER AND THAT'S ALL I EVER GIVE THEM. AND YOU KNOW, HE TURNED ME LOOSE OUT OF THAT ROOM, GUARDS COME AND GOT ME, TOOK ME DOWN TO THE END OF THE HALL AND STRIPPED ME OFF AND SEARCHED ME AGAIN AND PUT ME OUT IN A STOCKADE. TWO OR THREE DAYS AFTER THAT, WE WENT TO A FORT WETZLAR, GERMANY. AND THEY KEPT US AROUND THERE ABOUT A WEEK AND THEN WE LOADED ONTO A BOX CAR, AND THAT WAS THE 6TH DAY OF JUNE. AND REASON I KNOW, WHEN WE LOADED INTO THAT LITTLE OLD BOX CAR, ONE OF THE GERMAN GUARDS TOLD ME THAT WE'D BE GOING HOME IN JUST A FEW WEEKS, THAT THE AMERICANS HAD LANDED THAT DAY IN FRANCE, D-DAY. AND THAT SOON AS THEY BEAT THEM OFF AND WHIPPED THEM, WELL, THE WAR WOULD BE OVER. WELL, THEY LOADED US IN THE BOX CAR AND WE WAS ON THAT THING EIGHT DAYS AND NINE NIGHTS. THEY OPENED IT ONE TIME DURING THAT TRIP. THEY GIVE US A COUPLE OF BUCKETS OF WATER IN THERE AND THEY HAD FIFTY-TWO OF US IN THAT LITTLE OLD THING, I BELIEVE. AND WE HAD TO STAND UP AND TAKE TURNS WITH THE GUYS LAYING DOWN THAT WAS GETTING SLEEP OR MAYBE SOME OF US JUST SLEPT STANDING UP. AND WE FINALLY GOT TO THE PRISON CAMP WHICH WAS STALAG LUFT 4. WHEN WE GOT THERE, WELL, 7 COURSE WE WERE UNLOADED AND THEY DOUBLE-TIMED US FROM THE UNLOADING PLACE TO THE CAMP, WHICH WAS, I DON'T KNOW, TWO, THREE MILES, SOMETHING LIKE THAT. TOOK US INTO THE VORLAGER AND STRIPPED US OFF AND SEARCHED US AGAIN. AND WE'D HAD, DURING THAT EIGHT DAYS OR NINE DAYS, TWO BLOOD SAUSAGES ABOUT THAT LONG, FOR FIFTY MEN OR FIFTY-TWO. AND THEY PUT IN THERE FEW LOAVES OF BLACK BREAD. I DON'T REMEMBER GETTING A BITE OF IT. BUT ANYWAY, WHEN WE GOT IN THE VORLAGER WHERE WE WERE STRIPPED, THAT'S THE FIRST OCCASION I HAD TO MEET I GUESS THE MOST FAMOUS GUARD IN STALAG LUFT 4, AND THAT WAS A FELLOW WE ALL NICKNAMED AND CALLED BIG STOOP. BOY, HE WAS A DANDY, HE WAS A GIANT OF A MAN. AND HE WAS SLAPPING THE GUYS AROUND AND KICKING THEM AND BEATING THEM AND HE WAS JUST HORRIBLE. AND WHEN THEY GOT THROUGH WITH US IN THE VORLAGER, WE KEPT THINKING WE WERE GOING TO GET SOMETHING TO EAT AND THEY MOVED US INSIDE THE COMPOUND. AND THE COMPOUND, THE BARRACKS THAT I WENT IN THAT WAS JUST STARTING TO ACCEPT PRISONERS THERE, AND I WENT INTO BARRACKS ONE, JUST INSIDE THE GATE, ROOM FOUR. AND NOTHING TO EAT THAT NIGHT YET. THE NEXT MORNING, WE GOT A PITCHER, A GREAT BIG OLD PITCHER FULL OF WARM WATER, NOTHING ELSE. AND AT NOON, WE GOT A LITTLE OLD POTATO ABOUT LIKE THAT. AND AT NIGHT, WE GOT SOME KIND OF A PITCHER FOR THAT ROOM FULL OF MEN FULL OF SOME KIND OF OLD WATERY SOUP. AND THAT WAS PRIMARILY OUR DIET THAT THE GERMANS GIVE US, EXCEPT ABOUT ONCE EVERY SEVEN OR EIGHT DAYS, THEY'D MAKE A BREAD RATION ISSUE AND IT FINALLY TURNED OUT TO BE SEVEN LOAVES OF BREAD FOR TWENTY-FOUR MEN FOR EIGHT DAYS. AND OF A MORNING, SOMETIMES WE'D GET WHAT WE CALLED ERSATZ COFFEE. IT WASN'T REGULAR COFFEE, IT WAS A FICTITIOUS TYPE COFFEE. AND OUR BEDS HAD SIX SLATS, IT WAS ABOUT THAT WIDE; AND OUR MATTRESS WAS A TOW SACK FILLED WITH STRAW, WHICH SOON GOT ALL MASHED DOWN. AND THEY WOULD INSPECT FROM TIME TO TIME TO SEE THAT WE STILL HAD THOSE SIX SLATS BECAUSE THE GUYS THAT DUG TUNNELS AND WHAT NOT, WOULD USE THOSE SLATS TO SHORE UP THE TUNNELS. BUT WE HAD BED INSPECTIONS FROM TIME TO TIME. AND THAT WASN'T TOO EASY TO CURL UP ON AND SLEEP. AND THAT OLD STRAW FROM THE GUY ABOVE YOU DRIPPING DOWN ON YOU IN YOUR EYES AND YOUR MOUTH ALL NIGHT. BUT OUR RATIONS WAS JUST VERY MEAGER, VERY MEAGER. WE HAD NO TOILET TISSUE OF ANY KIND. WE HAD NO BATHING FACILITIES, NO WAY TO TAKE A BATH, NO SHOWERS, NOTHING TO BATHE WITH. WE HAD AN EXTRA BUCKET AND THIS OLD PITCHER FOR THE TWENTY-FOUR MEN. AND WE HAD A GUY THAT'D GO OVER TO THE KITCHEN AND GET OUR RATION FOR THAT ROOM AT MEALTIME EACH TIME. AND THEY HAD TWO HEADCOUNTS A DAY, ONE OF A MORNING AND ONE OF AN EVENING. AND THEY ALWAYS LINED THEM UP BY FIVES, BECAUSE THAT SEEMED TO BE THE ONLY WAY THE GERMANS COULD COUNT, WAS FIVE, TEN, TWENTY, LIKE THAT. WE STAYED THERE UNTIL FEBRUARY THE 6TH, 1945. THAT WAS WHEN, EARLY PART OF JUNE, 1944, THAT I GOT THERE. AND THEY CONTINUALLY TOOK IN OTHER PRISONERS AND EVEN ANOTHER PRISON CAMP, STALAG LUFT 6 MOVED IN THERE. SO THE CAMP HAD A LOT OF MEN IN IT, SEVERAL THOUSAND. AND WE COULD HEAR THE RUSSIAN GUNS, ARTILLERY. BUT THEY MARCHED US OUT AND THEY TOLD US THAT WE'D BE ON THE ROAD ABOUT TEN DAYS. AND THEY GIVE US, EACH ONE OF US, A CAN OF BULLY BEEF, TIN ABOUT THAT LONG AND ABOUT SO BIG AROUND, ABOUT LIKE A COFFEE CAN THAT WE USE NOW, AND TOLD US THAT THAT WOULD BE OUR RATION. AND WE DID HAVE SOME RED CROSS 8 PARCELS, A LITTLE BIT OF STUFF OUT OF THE RED CROSS. AND COURSE WE TOOK ALL OUR LICE WITH US. AND WE MARCHED OUT ON THE 6TH OF FEBRUARY, DEEP SNOW, COLD. AND THAT NIGHT, I MADE THE MISTAKE OF TAKING OFF MY SHOES. AND THE NEXT MORNING, I COULDN'T GET THEM BOOGERS ON. BOY, I WORKED ON THAT TO NO END. FINALLY GOT THEM ON WITHOUT LACES IN THEM. AND WE STAYED MARCHING FOR EIGHTY-EIGHT DAYS, UP ALONG THE BALTIC SEA. WE DID GET INTO FALLINGHOSTEL CAMP FOR THREE DAYS, BUT WE SLEPT IN THE MUD AND OUTSIDE IN THE RAIN THERE. THERE WAS NO TENTS, NO ROOMS IN ANY OF THE BUILDINGS OR ANYTHING. AND THEY MARCHED US BACK OUT OF THERE, AND WE MARCHED BACK ACROSS THE ELBE RIVER. AND ALL THIS TIME THERE WAS GUYS WITH DYSENTERY THAT TURNED TO BLOOD AND DIDN'T MAKE IT. AND IT WASN'T EASY. AND 2ND DAY OF MAY, ALONG SHORTLY AFTER NOON, THEY GIVE US A REST THAT DAY, THEY DIDN'T MARCH US THAT DAY. AND SHORTLY AFTER NOON, THERE WAS A GERMAN STAFF CAR WITH FOUR GERMAN OFFICERS IN IT, HAD A CONVERTIBLE TOP AND THE TOP WAS LAID BACK, CAME DOWN THAT LITTLE OLD ROAD AND HE WAS A MOGULLING. AND RIGHT BEHIND IT WAS AN AMERICAN JEEP, MANNED BY BRITISH SOLDIERS, AND THEY WERE FIRING AT THAT DUDE. AND I MEAN THEY WERE TRYING TO WORK THE TAIL END OF THAT GERMAN STAFF CAR OVER. THEY WENT RIGHT ON BY. AND, MAN, THE MINUTE THEY WENT BY, WE TOOK OUR GERMAN GUARDS' GUNS RIGHT THERE, WE GOT THEM AND WE STARTED CELEBRATING. IN A FEW MINUTES, THERE WAS ANOTHER BRITISH WEAPONS CARRIER WAGON COME BY. AND THEY STOPPED AND THEY TOLD US TO STAY THERE THAT NIGHT AND THERE'D BE TRUCKS TO GET US THE NEXT MORNING. AND WITHIN THIRTY OR FORTY MINUTES AFTER THAT, THERE WAS A RUSSIAN LIEUTENANT SHOWED UP WITH A SQUAD OF MEN. AND THEY BUTCHERED A COUPLE OF THAT OLD GERMAN'S COWS, CUT THAT MEAT UP AND BUILT FIRES OUT THERE. IN FACT, THEY BROUGHT ONE OF THEIR HORSEDRAWN FIELD KITCHENS OVER THERE. AND THEY COOKED THAT MEAT AND WHAT NOT AND WHAT HAVE YOU FOR US. AND OUR STOMACHS WERE SHRUNK SO WE COULDN'T EAT. AND THEY GOT KINDLY TEED OFF BECAUSE WE COULDN'T. BUT THE NEXT DAY, WE WAITED AROUND THERE UNTIL ABOUT EIGHT O'CLOCK. AND THE RUSSIANS POSTED GUARD THAT NIGHT AROUND US TO KEEP THE GERMANS FROM THROWING GRENADES IN THERE OR WHAT HAVE YOU THAT THEY SAID THEY MIGHT DO. AND WE PULLED OUT AFOOT, HEADING BACK WEST. I WAS BUDDYING WITH AN OLD BOY OUT OF TULARE, CALIFORNIA, THAT WE CALLED DUMB JOHN. AND THEY ALL NICKNAMED ME AS BIG RED. DUMB JOHN AND I WERE GOING OFF DOWN THE ROAD THERE GOING BACK WEST. AND WE SAW A FARMER, A GERMAN FARMER UP THERE ON A TRACTOR ON THE SIDE OF THE HILL THERE NOT TOO FAR FROM THE ROAD. OLD DUMB JOHN SAID TO ME, SAID, "THAT SURE WOULD BEAT WALKING", AND I SAID, "YEAH, I BELIEVE IT WOULD." AND WE PROCEEDED TO GET THAT TRACTOR. DUMB JOHN WHACKED THAT DUDE, HE WASN'T GOING TO GIVE IT TO US AND DUMB JOHN WHACKED HIM WITH A CLUB UPSIDE OF THE HEAD AND TOOK HIM OFF OF THAT TRACTOR. AND WE COULDN'T GO UP ANY HILL, IT WOULDN'T PULL IT, AND THE GUYS WOULD HAVE TO GET OFF AND WALK. AND WE GET TO THE TOP OF A HILL, WE'D STOP AND WAIT ON THEM, THEY'D CATCH UP AND GET BACK ON THE WAGON AND DOWN THE HILL WE'D GO. AND WE MADE IT TO LAUENBERG, MADE IT I GUESS FIFTY KILOMETERS. WE STOLE FUEL FROM DIFFERENT FARMYARDS ALONG THE WAY. AND WE MADE IT IN LAUENBURG AND WE RUN INTO SUPPLY TRUCKS. AND COURSE, THEY TRIED TO GIVE US ORANGES AND CANDY AND STUFF LIKE THAT AND YOU 9 REALLY COULDN'T EAT. BUT ANYWAY, WE CROSSED THE RIVER, THE ELBE RIVER, ON A PONTOON BRIDGE. AND THAT SON-OF-A-GUN WOULD JUST GIVE IT THAT ALL THE WAY ACROSS IT, IT JUST MAKE YOU SO SICK THAT YOU WOULDN'T KNOW WHICH END WAS UP. BUT THERE WAS ONE REASON WHY WE GOT SO SICK WAS WE HAD SOME CIGARETTES THESE TRUCK DRIVERS GIVE US, AND THERE WAS A POLACK THERE THAT WAS A SLAVE LABORER, AND HE WANTED TO TRADE US A BOTTLE OF SCHNAPPS. AND THAT BOTTLE WAS NOT LONG FOR THAT CIGARETTE, WE TRADED. AND THAT STUFF DIDN'T HAVE A LABEL ON IT AND IT WAS JUST CLEAR AS WATER, BUT BOY, YOU PULL THAT LID OFF AND YOU COULD SMELL IT. AND OLD DUMB JOHN AND I DRANK THAT IN THE BACK OF THAT TRUCK ON THAT OLD WOBBLY BRIDGE. I DON'T REMEMBER GETTING OFF THAT BRIDGE. AND FEW DAYS LATER, TWO OR THREE DAYS, I WOKE UP IN A GERMAN CAVALRY BARRACKS, THE NEXT TOWN WHICH ONE TIME HAD BEEN A GERMAN CAVALRY BARRACKS. IT WAS OCCUPIED BY THE BRITISH. AND I WAS IN THE LATRINE AND, GOD, I WAS SICK AND I WAS A MESS. AND OLD DUMB JOHN WAS JUST NOT VERY FAR FROM ME. AND WHEN WE COME TO, WELL, THE BRITISH SAID THAT THEY'D BEGIN TO WONDER IF WE WERE EVER GOING TO COME TO OR NOT. AND WE SMELLED LIKE THE DICKENS. AND THEY TOOK ALL OUR CLOTHES OFF THAT WE HAD, THEM OLD RAGS, THEM LICE AND WHAT HAVE YOU, AND GIVE US A COMPLETE BRITISH UNIFORM. I MEAN WE LOOKED JUST LIKE BRITISH SOLDIERS. AND THE BRITISH WERE GOING TO FLY US OUT OF THERE. AND WE WENT TO THE AIRPORT ON THEIR TRUCKS FOR FOUR, FIVE DAYS AND THEY KEPT FLYING THEIR OWN BRITISH SOLDIERS OUT AND LEAVING US AND THE CANADIANS THERE. SO DUMB JOHN AND I DECIDED WHAT THE HECK, WE'D HITCHHIKE TO THE AMERICAN LINE, WE'D FIND IT SOMEWHERE. AND WE GOT ON THE BACK OF THE TRUCK AND WHEN WE WENT OUT ON THE HIGHWAY, WE JUST STEPPED OFF AND GIVE IT THE THUMB, AND THE FIRST TRUCK COME ALONG PICKED US UP. AND THEN WE HITCHHIKED PROBABLY A HUNDRED MILES BACK ACROSS EUROPE THERE, MAYBE FARTHER. AND WE FINALLY COME TO THE AMERICANS, AND IT WAS AN INFANTRY REPLACEMENT OUTFIT. THEY WERE IN THE GERMAN BARRACKS THAT WAS DOUBLE-DECKER. AND TOOK US UPSTAIRS AND SAID THEY HAD ROLL CALL TWICE A DAY, BUT FOR US TO STAY UPSTAIRS AND STAY HID, SO WE DID. BUT A LITTLE SHAVETAIL LIEUTENANT COME THROUGH COUPLE DAYS LATER AND FOUND US AND HE TOOK US DOWN TO THE HEADQUARTERS. AND SOME COLONEL DOWN THERE, HE CHEWED AROUND ON US FOR BEING UP THERE IN THAT BARRACKS. BUT HE DIDN'T REALLY KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH US, AND HE TOLD US TO STAY THERE AND HE'D BE BACK. WELL, WHEN HE LEFT, WE WENT OUT THE WINDOW. AND WASN'T LONG UNTIL AN MP CHECK-STATION GOT US, AND THEY CALLED FOR A SQUAD CAR, AND THAT SQUAD CAR COME AND GOT US. AND MY BEARD WAS DOWN TO HERE AND HADN'T HAD A HAIRCUT IN A YEAR. I GUESS I LOOKED TERRIBLE. BUT THEY DETAILED THIS SQUAD CAR TO TAKE US TO AN AIR BASE. AND THEY TOOK US TO A P-47 OUTFIT, OUT THERE IN HAMBURG, GERMANY, SOMEWHERE IN THE AREA OF HAMBURG. WELL, THOSE GUYS WERE JUST NICE AS THEY COULD BE. AND THEY GIVE US A BED, BOY, I MEAN A FEATHER BED UPSTAIRS IN A BRICK HOUSE WHICH WAS HEADQUARTERS AND WAS JUST TREATING US ROYALLY. AND OLD DUMB JOHN WOULD EAT SOME OF THAT CHOCOLATE CANDY BARS. AND A WAY IN THE NIGHT, HE WOKE ME UP AND THEY TURNED THE LIGHTS OFF, AND THERE WAS A BATHROOM UP THERE SOMEWHERE, BUT WE COULDN'T FIND IT AND HE'D DONE ALREADY PASSED NEEDING IT. WE FINALLY FOUND THAT BATHROOM BUT WE REALLY HAD TO WAIT UNTIL THE NEXT MORNING 10 AND HE FINALLY GOT CLEANED UP. HE NEEDED A NEW UNIFORM THEN. AND THEY FLEW US THAT DAY IN A C-47 THAT WENT BACK TO ENGLAND EACH DAY, THEY TOOK US TO ENGLAND, THIS P-47 OUTFIT DID. AND WE GOT TO ENGLAND AND THAT COMMANDER OF THAT AIR BASE WOULDN'T HAVE US. HE SAID HE HAD NO FACILITIES FOR US AND DIDN'T WANT US AND HE DISPATCHED THAT PLANE BACK TO FRANCE, TO CAMP LUCKY STRIKE. AND WE WENT BACK ACROSS THE CHANNEL TO LUCKY STRIKE. AND BY THAT TIME, THE LICE HAD DONE GATHERED UP IN THAT NEW UNIFORM REAL GOOD. AND WE GOT BACK TO LUCKY STRIKE AND THEY TURNED US OVER TO AN OUTFIT THAT WAS HANDLING PRISONERS. AND THAT EVENING, THEY TOOK US DOWN ON A CREEK BANK AND TOOK THOSE UNIFORMS OFF OF US AND THEY SPRAYED OUR NUDE BODIES WITH DDT. I MEAN I LOOKED LIKE I'D BEEN SNOWED ON WITH ALL THAT OLD POWDERED DDT. AND THEY STEAMED THOSE AND HAD OVENS FOR THOSE UNIFORMS. AND I BROUGHT MY BRITISH UNIFORM HOME WITH ME, BUT THEY GIVE ME AN AMERICAN UNIFORM. AND I COME BACK HOME ON A LIBERTY BOAT THAT HAD BEEN AROUND THE NORTH END OF SWEDEN AND NORWAY. AND IT HAD BUSTED IN THE CENTER AND THEY'D WELDED PLATES ON IT TO HOLD THE THING TOGETHER. AND THEY HAD PUMPS DOWN IN THE BELLY OF THAT THING. AND AS THE WATER WOULD RUN IN, THEY'D PUMP THE WATER BACK OUT. IT TOOK US FIFTEEN DAYS TO COME FROM LE HAVRE, FRANCE, TO NEW YORK CITY. BUT WHEN WE GOT IN NEW YORK CITY, THEY KEPT US OUTSIDE THE PORT, GOT IN THERE LATE ONE EVENING. AND ALL NIGHT, THERE WAS SOME GUYS COME OUT FROM THE HARBOR THERE AND THEY PUT FLAGS ON THIS BOAT, FROM ONE END TO THE OTHER ON ROPES, THERE WAS SEVERAL STREAMERS OF FLAGS. AND THE NEXT DAY THEY'D RUN US UP AND DOWN THAT DOGGONE HARBOR AND THEY HAD TWO BIG FIREBOATS AHEAD OF US AND ONE BEHIND US, SHOOTING THOSE STREAMS OF WATER UP IN THE AIR. AND THE OTHER BOATS WOULD BLOW THREE TOOTS ON THEIR WHISTLE, AND OUR BOAT'D BLOW ONE. AND THEY RUN US UP AND DOWN THAT HARBOR, THAT SUPPOSED TO BEEN A PARADE JUST ABOUT ALL DAY, AND WE WERE WANTING OFF. AND FINALLY, WE GOT OFF AND WENT TO CAMP KILMER. 19TH DAY OF JUNE, I GOT IN FORT SMITH ON A TROOP TRAIN AND COME INTO THE OLD STATION DOWN THERE AT ROGERS, WHERE THE HOLIDAY INN IS NOW. AND I HEARD SOME HEELS A CLICKING THAT SOUNDED AWFUL FAMILIAR TO ME. AND I'D JUST GOT OFF OF THAT PASSENGER CAR, AND I HEARD THOSE HEELS A CLICKING AND LOOKED UP AND HERE COME GRACE AROUND THE CORNER. SHE'D FOUND OUT SOMEWAY OR ANOTHER THAT I WAS COMING IN. SHE MET ME THERE AT THE STATION, 19TH OF JUNE, 1945. THEY PUT US ON A BUS AND TOOK US TO CHAFFEE. WELL, A FELLOW BY THE NAME OF PENDLETON WOODS AND I COME BACK ON THAT SAME BOAT TOGETHER. THERE WASN'T NO WAY THAT PENDLETON AND I WERE GOING TO STAY IN CHAFFEE, SO WE HEAD OFF ACROSS THE FIELD, COME OUT ON THE WEST END OF CHAFFEE THERE, AND CLIMBED THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE AND COME HOME. AND MEANTIME, GRACE AND HER FOLKS WENT OUT TO CHAFFEE TO GET ME. WELL, I HAD TO BUM ME A RIDE BACK TO CHAFFEE TO GO OUT THERE AND GET THEM. BUT THAT'S ABOUT THE SIZE OF IT. THAT WAS JUST ABOUT THE SIZE OF IT. THERE'S A LOT OF STUFF HAPPENED ON THAT MARCH, LOT OF THINGS HAPPENED. IT WAS MISERABLE, IT WAS BAD, IT WAS COLD. LOT OF GUYS DIDN'T MAKE IT, INCLUDING MY CREW MEMBERS. AND ONE THING ABOUT IT, THEY MARCHED US WEST OUT OF THAT CAMP. IT WAS A WAY OVER IN THE EASTERN PART OF GERMANY. AND EVERY STEP I TOOK WAS ONE MORE STEP TOWARD HOME, AND IT FELT GOOD. THANK YOU